Neighbourly welcome.

Arrgh! The last shopping day before the party.

Still not a fancy kitten heel shoe in sight, although I do have a new lust for life, passion and the longing to be in the muscular arms of a hunky woman-lovin’ man. This is due to the following:

Seeing that bastard ex of mine in a brand new car, possibly gained through illegal means (ie.by pimpimg his nanny-whore).
Having to constantly witness blatent displays of raw masculine talent in a police uniform.
The hell bent desire to at least make it to second base with a delicious man (other than Eric) before I turn 35 (or at least have someone want to make it to second base with me).

Also Lily was really annoyed with me because I baked a cake for the uniformed hunk and generously sprinkled it with horny goat weed (despite it’s aphrodisiac qualities this wasn’t my intention). I only baked it to welcome him and make him feel accepted and wanted in the neighbourhood. Despite my good intentions, Lily said it was a really try hard thing to do(what would she know in the ways of the world, she’s only 10).

Also I’ve set a very strict agenda for this afternoon: Shopping for shoes, relaxing facials and half a bottle of wine to prepare myself for any worthy bachelors I may meet tomorrow night.